Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
And the fruitglobes of honeyand nectarfor mortals.
Mortals. n. pl. They who live forever within the space of a single moment.
Thanks... I would comment more, but I find myself unable to.
On the contrary, your comment strikes deep to the moment. And so I thank you.
i found a leaf once on a trail, covered in beads of water. that walk! william. that one that i told you of. i was stunned, mesmerized. i think it was the most beautiful thing i had ever saw. i stopped and picked it up. carried it home. it dried. i considered rewetting it. knew it would never be the same thing twice.xoerin
And it’s still changing.
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